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Upon the darkest shore

At the end of the world

Where space and time are curled

And play a yearning score,

Walks a lone silhouette

Looking to the yonder,

Beginning to wonder

If all the rules are set,

During ages long past

When beings of high birth

Would roam upon this earth

And long, dark shadows cast,

Their single thought was truth,

Their single word was law,

But now it all feels raw,

Unfinished and uncouth.

However not all’s lost

There is still a small hope,

A straw at which to grope

Until all paths are crossed…

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